The gloomy camp somehow did not match the expression on Rosa’s face. She had two horses pulling a wagon full of supplies. At first, it was only Letio and Tom; the curious soldiers watched as she motioned them to come and help. One by one, relief washed over their faces as they moved to take down the boxes from the cart.
“Take the medicine boxes to my tent.” He did not lag and rushed the soldiers to move faster.
Tom turned to see the glow coming on the soldier's faces. “We were running out of supplies; thank you. Your Highness.”
He quickly turned to one of the soldiers. “Inform the captain of this.”
Rosa turned to face him. ‘I thought all these sounds would get the trio out of their tent.’
“Where are the trio?” She arched her eyebrows at Tom.
“The situation here has not been favorable. Sir Dylan was attacked at night, and we are not......” Tom scratched the back of his neck, nervous.